I wanted to go out for coffee today but decided to make it at home. I was too groggy to leave the house as I didn’t wake up till after 9, which is quite unusual for me. I am usually up before 7 most mornings. I guess falling asleep around 2 allowed me to sleep in. It’s hot and muggy today so I am glad I didn’t go out. I had to pick up my prescription as I am running low on my meds. I was a sweaty mess by the time I came home, and it was a short walk to the pharmacy. I had texted my therapist about an appointment but she is booked. From the sounds of it, she is booked all week so I guess I am not going to have an extra session unless there is a cancellation.
Today is the anniversary of a dear friend of mine who passed away. His kids have been posting remembrances. It also reminds me of the year my favorite aunt passed away. Her anniversary is this Saturday. I had to look it up on Google because I didn’t remember the day but knew that she died the same week as my friends’ father. Both were good people, kind and loving. My aunt always accepted who I was. She always loved me for who I was and I will never forget that.
I am an idiot. I just refilled the wrong prescription and didn’t notice it until I went to take it. It was the wrong pill and that made me question what I was taking. I can’t believe I did this or why the pharmacy didn’t say something when I went to pick it up. You cannot take more than one NSAID because of the risk of bleeding. I am so mad at myself. My doctor still hasn’t refilled my blood pressure med. I am going to run out by tomorrow if he doesn’t call it in soon. I just hope they pick the pharmacy I chose. Last time, he sent it to the mail order company instead of Walgreens. I checked both pharmacies and neither have the order. It’s my fault I didn’t catch it sooner. I didn’t realize I was running low until late Friday afternoon when it was too late to notify the office I needed a refill. Funny how I am on top of my father’s medications but not my own.
I need a writing project desperately. I am working on my book but it’s not going anywhere because I don’t know what to write about. I don’t know where to get fresh ideas. The writing workshop I hope to attend isn’t until the end of the month. I still need to sort out how I am going to pay for it. It will cut into my grocery bill if I don’t get the LTD money. They have a free seminar again next Wednesday that I am hoping to go to. It depends if my therapist allows me to take off as the seminar is during our session time. I am half committed to going because the last one was really not what I was into. I am willing to give it another shot as it could be with another person. If it is with the same person, I will have wasted my time. But it will get me out of the house and in a part of town that is nice. Boston Common is across the street from the place.
Here is something shocking I just read on Twitter: Beliefs are not facts! I had to laugh at this, only because most of my delusions are my beliefs that I perceive are true. For example, I truly believe that ISIS is being controlled by a bunch of alien parasites that want power and destruction if the people they have captured don’t believe their leader is a god. Failure to respect and bow to the leader results in death. I would seriously write more about these thoughts but I am too afraid that the FBI will find me and prosecute me for having these ideas. Or worse, the minions of the leader might find me and cut my head off. The aliens don’t want to be found out.
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